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Will Tomorrow Be the Day?

Some of you already know that I’m in the process of applying to law schools. Unfortunately, since this is such a complex and time-consuming process, this particular theme has dominated this blog for quite a while.

On December 3rd, I took the LSAT- which is a test that all law school hopefuls must take in order to complete their application for admission. This silly┬ástandardized┬átest has a lot of power in deciding where you’ll be accepted to, and along those lines, what jobs you will get and what kind of life you will have. Because of this, we, aspiring lawyers, all sweat the LSAT like no other thing in the world (except for the BAR, of course. But that’s another story).

Going into taking the test, I knew the scores release date would be January 6th, 2012. At this point you may be thinking that it’s just around the corner (or that this is perhaps the most boring thing I’ve written about). But I found out yesterday, that the scores are usually released a few days before the actual release date. In fact, this is almost always the trend.

So here I am thinking that tomorrow could be the day. Although it will be about two months or so before I actually hear back from schools I’ve applied to (which now we’re at 10 submitted apps out of 17), and that the LSAT is in no way a guarantee that you will get accepted anywhere, getting that score will tell me, for the most part, what the future holds for me and my family. Pretty scary, isn’t it?

So what will happen? Will I be celebrating this New Year’s Eve, or crying my eyes out?

-Mrs. This One

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A Bit Surreal

Does your life ever seem surreal? Like, you stop doing whatever you’re doing for just a moment just to ask yourself: “How did I get here?” This question never comes in a negative tone for me, but it happens more often than I’d like to. It actually happened just two minutes ago as I left the room where my wife and her cousin are playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.

I don’t know know why this happens to me. I’ve come to think that it may have something to do with the fact that I’m so far away from the world I grew up in, that sometimes I feel like everything around me is just a dream. A good one, no doubt- but different nonetheless. Could it be possible that I actually miss my roots? And even if I did, what’s the point? There is nothing left of my childhood’s environment. It’s just me, my gal, and whatever is forward.

Okay- I need to go back before they notice I’ve been gone for too long.

-Mrs. This One


Having a Guy Sleepover

Will I be able to publish this post before my battery bails on me? Only time will tell. . .

I hear I’m not the only one who felt like Christmas was really nothing this year. What the hell is happening to us? Even in joyous times, we’re not enjoying ourselves. What does that say about us? The kind of people we are? The world we are leaving to our children? Our grandchildren?

We are having our little cousin over for what he termed a “guy sleepover:” cereal + videogames + electric guitars. And I thought guys only watched porn during sleepovers- or maybe that was just horny guys. Anyhow, I, of all people, should not stereotype.

Oops! It seems it’s my turn at the controller- Catch y’all later!

-Mrs. This One


Love for Xmas

So it is Christmas Eve. Although, not quite “eve” yet. There is some sort of Christmas music playing in the background. A CD that my MIL must have found in some weird store. The music has just been interrupted by my FIL who wants to put a football game on. I rejoice quietly in the back as I type this. I am also sipping a perfectly crafted cup of coffee (kona, creamer, and pumpkin syrup).

I spoke to my grandmother yesterday. I was told she burned herself badly with boiling water making something for my grandfather. It hurts not being able to rush over to where she is and take care of her. The best I could do for now was a phone call.

She assured me that she was fine. Such a grandma thing to do- she would try anything to make sure I’m not worried or stressed. She tells me the burns are better now and that she’s using some sort of ointment that gives her some relief. I decided to ask her if my grandpa has been helping her, maybe putting the ointment for her.

You should know that it is not like me to ask this. I have grown to hate my grandfather for several reasons, one of which you will learn about soon. So I never really mention him. In fact, I only do when I need to. During his birthdays, I actually need to prepare myself to call him. I can’t just quite pick up the phone and do so. I have to work up to it.

As soon as my question was over, my grandma laughed. It was a “why-on-earth-do-you-think-he’d-do-something-like-that” kind of laugh. At this point I didn’t know what was worse, that she was in pain because of the burns, or that she’s been numb her whole life because she’s never known love. I added a meager “okay” to the conversation before changing the subject.

This made me realize that I couldn’t care less about the gifts I could get tonight or tomorrow. If I could wish for any gift in the world, it’d be for my grandma to know love. No one should ever die without knowing what that feels like.

-MTO


No Regrets

“No more talk about law school!” Chimed in my wife at about 1:30am. She was not feeling well, and I was keeping us up yet again with another law school conversation. I just can’t stop talking about it. In fact, talking about it makes me feel better because then I don’t have all of these thoughts messing up with my brain. But in making an effort not to talk about law school, allow me to change the topic:

We took our little cousin (well, he’s my wife’s cousin, but I’m pretty attached) to a movie last night, Sherlock Holmes 2. Let me tell you a little bit about him. He was the cutest little kid when I met him. Always wanting to play around with a ball. Which worked just fine with me, since I love to play soccer.

But then, some years later, he completely changed. He was no longer the soccer player, but now rather a grim teenager. He decided to go “emo.” Now he wears all black, always wears jeans, he straightens his hair, and he dies it black with streaks of different colors. Getting used to this change wasn’t easy for us (let alone for his parents). So when this trip around we find out that he’s a vegetarian, I cannot help but wonder what’s next. Since when do thirteen-year-olds become vegetarians?

We picked him up from school, and we tried to make conversation with him as we headed to the movies. He is no longer the kid full of life that he used to be. He always had a million questions, or some weird story to share. Now he just remains as quiet as possible. His demeanor made me think about what I was like at his age.

Well, not very different. Minus the “emo” part, I just didn’t spend a lot of time with my family. In fact, I was always sick when there were family reunions happening. Now that I’m so far apart from my family, I regret not taking advantage of my time better. I know everyone says we ought to live a life of no regrets, but what happens when you’re too young to know that you’re doing something you will regret?

My cousin is a bit taller than my wife, and part of the reason why he doesn’t want to each much, if at all, is because he wants to stay at that height. He wants to kill his growth. His parents can try all they want, but if this is what he wants, he will get around it somehow. What if at 25 he realizes he hates being shorter than he could have been? Will he regret what he’s doing now?

-Mrs. This One


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